Have you ever seen your soul, not covered by lies? How it looks like, do you know? Maybe it dies.
Maybe now it begs for help, but you don't hear. Cannot understand yourself, though truth's somewhere near.
Have you ever seen your mind, full of void and pain? Don't you know that it is blind, does not differ night from day?
Can no longer be your aide, living in the past. It is tortured, it's insane. You have no one more to trust.
Why we die, deny, ourselves lie? Very high in the sky angels fly, they cry - why?
2010
Естественно, в 14-15 лет люди не пишут с шиком. Зато в таких текстах много правды.
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